Oscars

So, 17 posts in, still here, still scribbling.  Why? you may think, but hopefully are too polite to ask.  Well, to answer your thought question, because I enjoy it, and I do actually think it will lead somewhere important one day.

We are living in odd times I must say.  Despite being able to carry as normal for the most part, like driving around, eating in restaurants (more on that later), buying stuff, watching telly (yeah, I have a VERY exciting life actually), everywhere we look we are bombarded by messages of doom;  global warming, pedophiles on every corner, food insanity, tribal displacements, the Oscars. I mention the last because it is a message of doom.  Despite hisself winning and Bristol taking the credit and suddenly everyone knowing him, once, well, he-stepped-on-my-toe-in-a-bar-once kind of thing (and just for the record I stood on Robin Ellis’s toe once at the Royal Court Theatre – Poldark, remember??), did you hear the song by the guy who was hosting the night?  We Saw Your Boobs.  That’s the title.  He listed the name of all the actresses who have shown their nipples on film over the last whatever period.  In song.

Adele giving it some – proper Oscar stuff, not like that twat and his boob song.

The doom message here is that since Hollywood has clearly spectacularly failed to drag itself into the 21st Century viz a vi (no, I don’t really know what that means but it works for me) women then the films it will vomit out over the next few decades will continue to reflect that and these neanderthal messages are the messages the world receives, and our children and children’s children will continue to receive them loud and clear.  The message is it’s ok to use women and their boobs as targets for amusement; its ok to USE women.  It fucking well isn’t ok and I am amazed, really,  that in 2o013 that sentiment was thought to be ok to broadcast around the world.  One of the actresses mentioned was Charlize Theron and her reaction said it all.  Boobs are great, functional and fun – I have some, and I have a friend who dressed hers up as cheese and pineapple hedgehogs and other friends who have them, showing a bit, a lot, not at all, minus them after surgery – all sorts.  We, women, are allowed to to do what the hell we like with them, people like that arse should not be allowed anywhere near them because he clearly doesn’t GET IT, and he must be incinerated asap.